Dove
Bucky had brought us to a beautiful Italian restaurant in a more quiet part of town but close enough that it wasn't too far from home. It had dark moody booths in the far end of the restaurant.
The smell of the food inside had my stomach desperately pleading even though Rodney had fed me a good chunk today. I saw waiters passing with pizzas, pastas and steaks that had me drooling. The milkshakes were grand with doughnuts and all kinds of sweets on top that it looked more like a dessert than a beverage.
"What do you want to eat?" Bucky smiled after I had silently read through the menu with far too much concentration.
I blinked up to him then smiled. "There's so much to choose from I don't know."
"Choose as much as you want," he grinned and leaned back on the booth couch.
